Who said you can't trust a person who, when left alone in a room with a tea cosy, fails to put it on her head? This one, knitted with a passed on pattern from ma-in-law, is supposed to look like it's got a teacup on its head. I stopped reading the instructions at a crucial point, rebel that I am, so it just looks like a slightly bent over old dear or somebody with a sack on their head. But hell it's my first time! I feel proud and round and stout.